LOGINShare
Chapter 31: The Morning After London
publish date:
2026-09-08 13:13:40
Latest chapter
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 64: PATRICK’S CONFESSION
The silence in the penthouse living room was no longer filled with suspicion, but with the suffocating weight of ten years of hidden truths. My father remained on his knees for a moment longer, his shoulders trembling beneath the heavy wool of his coat. Seeing Patrick Hart—a man whose pride had always been his unyielding fortress, a titan who had weathered corporate scandals with a jaw carved from granite—broken and weeping on the polished hardwood floor shattered something deep within my chest. "Dad, please... get up," I whispered, my voice cracking as I sank to my knees beside him. Patrick lifted his head slowly, his tear-streaked face looking aged and weathered beyond his years. He reached out with trembling, worn hands, gently taking my right hand into his left, while his right hand gripped Liam’s wrist. With a steady, deliberate movement, he drew our hands together, resting them flat against the cool, dark mahogany lid of the vintage wooden box. He held our joined hands ther
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 63: PROTECT ME?
The next morning, the sharp chime of the penthouse doorbell rang through the quiet halls. I was sitting at the marble kitchen island, wrapping both hands around a mug of dark coffee, when Mrs. Miller hurried toward the foyer to answer it. A moment later, her surprised voice carried across the high ceilings: "Mr. Hart?" I froze, setting my cup down with a quiet clatter. My father? I stood up immediately, smoothing down my sweater. Patrick Hart stepped into the formal living room. He looked noticeably older, his shoulders slightly stooped, his usual sharp, intimidating posture replaced by a heavy, fragile exhaustion. Clutched tightly in his weathered hands was a small wooden box. It was old, dark mahogany, its corners worn smooth by decades of handling, its brass latch tarnished. My breath caught in my throat. "Dad?" Patrick’s eyes lifted, meeting mine. Then, his gaze shifted past my shoulder toward Liam, who had just emerged from his private study in a dark shirt and trousers.
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 62: THE MISUNDERSTOOD PACT
Vance’s words followed me all the way home. They sat in the back of my mind like a jagged stone I couldn’t swallow. Ask your father why Agatha’s inheritance documents were changed by Liam ten years ago. I had heard the sentence only once, but that was enough. Because Liam’s reaction in that chaotic boardroom had been far worse than Vance’s accusation. He hadn’t laughed. He hadn’t denied it immediately. He had simply gone chalk-white. And that terrified me more than anything else. The drive back to the penthouse was suffocatingly silent. Liam sat beside me in the back of the armored town car, his gaze fixed on the rain-slicked London streets passing outside the tinted window. I stared at his sharp reflection in the glass, my pulse racing against my ribs. Finally, I couldn’t take the silence anymore. "Did you change my mother’s documents?" His dark eyes closed briefly, his chest expanding with a slow breath. "Abby—" "Just answer me, Liam." The car suddenly felt far too small.
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 61: THE MOLE REVEALED
The room erupted into absolute panic. For a few frantic seconds, no one seemed to know what to do. Directors shouted questions over one another. Shareholders stood from their chairs in shock. Lawyers hurried to gather their leather binders while forensic officers secured laptops, phones, and printed ledgers directly from the conference table. Police officers moved quickly through the room, sealing evidence bags and blocking the main exits. I stood beside Liam, watching the chaos unfold. My pulse was still hammering from the adrenaline of exposing the decoy trap, but as my eyes scanned the room, something caught my attention. Senior Director Vance. He was standing near the far end of the oval table, completely frozen. His face had gone chalk-white. Not confused. Not surprised. Terrified. My eyes narrowed as I tracked his stiff posture. "Liam." Liam followed my gaze. The moment his dark eyes landed on the frozen director, his stoic expression hardened into pure steel. "Vance."
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 60: THE VICTORY WE JUST CLAIMED
Edward stepped forward, adjusting his cuffs. "Mrs. Montgomery, this boardroom is executing high-level corporate governance. It is not the place for emotional spousal defenses." I looked up at him, my expression turning to ice. "Who said anything about being emotional, Edward?" His jaw tightened marginally. "Perhaps," I continued smoothly, "you’re simply uncomfortable because someone is finally asking the right questions." The Chairman raised his hand, demanding order. "Mrs. Montgomery, do you or the CEO possess hard evidence that these ledgers are fraudulent?" "Not on paper," I replied calmly. Edward let out a soft, condescending chuckle. "Then I suggest you refrain from throwing baseless accusations at the board." I turned my eyes back to the giant screen. "Who conducted the independent forensic audit on those files, Edward?" Edward hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Our third-party advisory team." "Names?" "They are fully cited in the appendix of the report in front of
The Wife He Loves to Hate CHAPTER 59: THE TRAP IS SPRUNG
I stood directly beside Liam. My spine was rigid. My chin was lifted high. My expression was an impenetrable mask of quiet authority. Inside, my heart was hammering so violently it felt like it would shatter my ribs. But no one in this room was going to see fear. Not today. I wore a sharply tailored black suit over a crisp white silk blouse, my dark hair pinned neatly behind my ears. Every gesture I made was deliberate, calculated, and sharp. I could feel Felicia Brooke’s eyes burning into the side of my face. When I slowly turned my head to meet her gaze, our eyes collided. Her smile was thin, tight, and patronizing. Mine was sub-zero. For several agonizing seconds, neither of us looked away. I watched as Felicia’s manicured fingers tightened slightly around the platinum pen in her hand. Good, I thought. Let her feel the shift. Let her wonder how much I actually know. She had expected me to walk into this room as a shattered, paranoid wife hiding in the shadow of her husband
You May Also Like
Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford
Koi Fish553.4K viewsSIN
MercyCrown1.1M viewsShe Accepted Divorce, He Panicked
Nyx Rai762.7K viewsOne Night Stand With My Boss
BELLA1.8M viewsLoving The Wrong One
Treasuretales9 viewsStep Daddy, I’m wet… Punish me (English Version)
Heln120 viewsMy Safe Haven
Chris.O70 viewsPlaying The Billionaire's Revenge Queen
Stella Quinn 45 views
